Sing when and supply from the tick to the chime
Fingers and toes wrapped in lace
Circles frost and freeze, little hands, little knees
Set from the fire on your face
And you drag your brush
Through ashes and dust
Painting your fire escape
Christ turned to screams
How small he was mean
Set from the fire on my face
Antonia, I am craving your love
Paint me a picture in gray
Antonia, I am craving your love
See you in Paris, someday
Who the blood intertwines
But hope like a vine
Turning this home to a cage
And the greener grows thick
So strong, so quick
So many things I could say
Antonia, I am craving your love
Paint me a picture in gray
Antonia, I am craving your love
See you in Paris, someday
When you find a new home
In the belly of a pawn
Deep and Bohemian fame
I wanna go in life
In a world where you sleep
In a steel and a stone and a clay for
Antonia, I am craving your love
Paint me a picture in gray
Antonia, I am craving your love
See you in Paris, someday
See you in Paris, someday
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